Tuesday, September 29, 2015





















My Grandma used to live in L.A. She told me the streets were white and the benches were all painted baby blue and palm trees lined the side walks. It was balmy, she said, like the air was the exact same temperature as her skin. It was never a place she would call home though, life always felt like a vacation.


Friday, September 18, 2015

Wednesday, September 16, 2015